Upcoming Gallery Show!

When: November 9th, 7-9pm
Where: Geralyn’s Art Studio; 103 Baker, Maplewood (Map)
More: FB Event

My Words in Video

Animation and Production: Efrat Dahan
Words: David Olimpio
More: Moving Words Website

The Photory…

Tomorrow, Today

Tomorrow, Today

the Bald Man always imagines a
tomorrow among today’s
distractions.

but a today may never
exist in tomorrow’s
allayed
abstractions.

that there is time.
that time is there.

for squirrel hunting.
for tail wagging.

today, the color
still clings
to branchings.

today, the leaves
are far from
blanching.

today, there is only
this play with
phrasings.

today, we can do so much
in the way of
crazing.

In the Know

In the Know

Never lead on that you are
in the know about an
incoming Kaiya
situation

Make of your’n self a
statue in the cool
green meadow of
your mind

I Don’t Know What To Do With Our Love

I Don’t Know What To Do With Our Love

Sometimes I want to lie next to you, put
dat tennis ball on your back and
just rest all peaceful like.

But other times, I like to jump all up in
your face, make somma dat crazy
time, run and roll, and
snort and sneeze.

Big kooky.

Confusion, innit.

I don’t know what
to do with
our love.

The Difficulty of Seeing

The Difficulty of Seeing

we have broke the problem light into a thousand
lucent crescents, confronted by
the difficulty of
seeing

how we are caught, again—
gazing at the ground
to find the sun

The Machines or Aliens Is God

The Machines or Aliens Is God

you think there is green grass.
you think there is a dying leaf.
you think there is love.
you think there is pain.

listen: the machines or aliens is
god, and also:

there is no death, innit.

nothing is permanent and yet
everything is.

there is not “love” and
“not love.” there is
not “pain” and
“not pain.”

do you hear?
how it is all the same?

it is all the same.

we should never try to get anywhere other than
where we are

unless

where we are is in the midst of a thunder
situation, in which case not even
the Bald Man can help
your ass.

The Bloggery…

One Of My Pieces Has Become an Animation

One Of My Pieces Has Become an Animation

Recently, I went to Israel and performed live a piece I wrote for the MOVING WORDS project for ARTS By The People. Aside from the trip being fantastic for all kinds of personal reasons, I was honored to have the opportunity to debut the animation and perform it live at the  2017 Animix Festival in Tel Aviv.

The Only New Things I Write are Letters to You

The Only New Things I Write are Letters to You

I don’t think I’ve posted anything on Mother’s Day since my mom died. I don’t feel like verifying this fact, even though I easily could. What I do know is that in the past I’ve felt bitter about this day. I’ve felt bitter about it for reasons that go beyond my mother no longer being here. And maybe the fact that I felt it necessary and good to post something today had something to do with healing. Maybe the fact that I went ahead and took out her letters and her photographs today, scanned some of them in, put some words to page — something “new” — maybe this all has something to do with healing.

Resetting after a Pitfall of Despair

Resetting after a Pitfall of Despair

If you have read THIS IS NOT A CONFESSION please go to Amazon or Goodreads and review it. It’s Friday afternoon, after all. What better thing to do?!?

Atticus Review: Begin Anyway

Atticus Review: Begin Anyway

I’m not gonna lie, my inspire meter has been resting on “E” for the past few months. My dog brain has been in need of dem bones. Well, last week, I found a big bag of ’em in the form of the distinctly venerable (yet delightfully irreverent) journal, Atticus Review. I’m happy and excited to tell y’all that I’ll be the new Editor-in-Chief of that exceptional wardrobe of words, and it’s got my inspire meter back on the big “F” where it belongs. (‪#‎notaeuphemism‬)

This Is a Texas Book Tour

This Is a Texas Book Tour

This is the Texas Book Tour for This Is Not a Confession. June 4th through June 7th. Three cities. 450 Miles. The first stop was Austin at Book People. The only thing that could've made this better for me is if somehow Willie Nelson's name could've been on the marquee...